XOXO: Love, Lies & Nissan Maximas

Spotted: Me, just walking to the bank like any normal day, when suddenly I ran into someone I haven’t seen in forever — my cousin’s ex.

What started as a “hey, how have you been?” turned into a full-blown emotional TED Talk about toxic love, trash men, and the art of moving on while looking flawless. She swears she’s over my cousin (LOL), but judging by the tears sitting behind her lashes, that door ain’t all the way closed. And I can’t even blame her.

Let’s rewind.

She was head over Louboutins in love with my cousin. She believed they were endgame — wedding bells, babies, brunch Sundays, the whole fairytale. But what she got instead? A villain origin story. This man (and I use that word lightly) led her on, drained her energy, and treated her heart like a side quest. Meanwhile, she thought she was the one when sis was unknowingly playing the role of “side-chick #3” in his personal reality show.

And here’s the tea, babes — I knew. I knew about the other girls. All the other girls. Hell, they were all cool with me too. Like one big, delusional, dysfunctional family. I wish I was lying.

Now, Miss Maxima? She wasn’t just a looker. She had her own house in the works, a career, a killer body, and a rep as a brand ambassador for your fave thirst trap beverage. She was giving wifey energy, investment portfolio, and vision board vibes.

And him? He said no to moving in with her. 🚩🚩🚩

Fast forward a few months and guess who he did shack up with? Another girl — with kids. He went from “not ready” to “family man” real quick. But don’t worry, that arrangement crumbled faster than a stale croissant. The new chick bounced, the house is falling apart, and he’s lonely AF. Karma’s not just a B-word, sweetie — she’s punctual.

And now? Miss Maxima is married. (Pause for drama.)

But before you cue the happy ending music, here’s the twist: the honeymoon phase fizzled out faster than a TikTok trend. And guess who’s creeping back into her mind like a late-night Instagram scroll? Yep. My cousin.

Insert dramatic gasp.

She knows he’s still full of crap. Still lying. Still playing mind games. But love is a hell of a drug, isn’t it? When you’re deep in it, logic takes a vacation and feelings start freelancing. She’s got game now, though. She sees his moves before he even makes them. She could teach a masterclass on male manipulation — but she’s still sipping from the cup of nostalgia.

Here’s the hard truth: If someone’s juggling lovers like a circus act, they’re not looking to settle down. They’re addicted to options. To freedom. To attention. To chaos. And you? You deserve peace, power, and partnership — not pity parties and broken promises.

So let this post be your wake-up call, your bestie intervention, your spiritual exfoliation:

Stop waiting for the “potential” in someone to become a person.

Love yourself more than you love their “what ifs.” Step back. Glow up. And remember — if someone doesn’t see your worth, don’t waste time proving it. You’re not a clearance item. You’re limited edition.

And trust me, babe, the best revenge? Is moving on — and making it look damn good. 😘

Until next time, lovers and liars…

You know you love me.
XOXO, Gossip Girl 💋